ห แกฃ๐ญฉ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ : a dependent &. private multi-muse associated with turtlebayrpg โธป written &. loved by caro.
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ห แกฃ๐ญฉ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โโโโ male , paul wesley fc
ห แกฃ๐ญฉ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ โโโโ female , madeline pestch fc
ห แกฃ๐ญฉ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โโโโ female . phoebe tokin fc
ห แกฃ๐ญฉ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โโโโ male , raul esperanza fc
ห แกฃ๐ญฉ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ โโโโ male , uraz kaygฤฑlaroฤlu fc
ห แกฃ๐ญฉ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ " ๐๐๐ ๐ " ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โโโโ female , karol g fc
ห แกฃ๐ญฉ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ " ๐๐๐๐ " ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โโโโ male , maluma fc
kemal had never been one to celebrate dates , especially one that marked an arrangement instead of a choice . yet here he was , waiting with a bouquet of flowers he had spent far too long picking out . as soon as she arrived , a small smile found its way onto his face . โ one year ago , our families decided what the rest of our lives would look like . i remember thinking it would be simple . . . keep my word , fulfill my duty , &. move on . โ he let out a quiet laugh , shaking his head . โ turns out i was wrong . somewhere along the way , i stopped seeing you as my fiancรฉe on paper &. started looking forward to every conversation we had . โ he offered her the flowers , his gaze lingering on hers . โ i'm still not sure i know what love is . . . but if it's supposed to start somewhere , i'm glad it started with you . happy one year . โ
kemal stood outside one of turtle bay's hidden gems , two coffees in hand . a rare playful smile on his face as he waited for his cousin . the moment he spotted them , he held one out with a raised brow . โ before you accuse me of causing trouble , i haven't done anything . . . yet โ he chuckled , leaning back against his car . โ i decided we spend enough time being serious , so today we're doing something completely unnecessary . don't worry , you'll love it . โ
a crown doesn't make a king. a last name doesn't make a leader. fear fades, money comes and goes, and loyalty can always be bought by the wrong person. what lasts is legacy. that's what i've come to build in turtle bay. i followed my sister because she's family, but i stayed because i saw potential. a town full of powerful people pretending they don't crave more is the perfect place for someone like me. i don't need permission to leave my mark. i don't need a title to command respect. one day, when people tell the story of the jaramillo family, they won't just remember the empire we inheritedโthey'll remember the one pedro pablo built from the ground up.
pedro pablo jaramillo was born into a world where loyalty was currency, power was inherited, and fear was often the only thing standing between order and chaos. as the twin brother of maria fernanda and the younger brother of santiago jaramilloโthe adopted heir to the jaramillo fortune and titleโpedro pablo was raised beneath the weight of a legacy that demanded excellence. while others viewed the jaramillo name as a symbol of privilege, pedro pablo understood the sacrifices that came with carrying it. from an early age, he displayed an instinct few could teach: the ability to command a room, make impossible decisions without hesitation, and inspire unwavering loyalty from those around him. impulsive, magnetic, and fiercely ambitious, pedro pablo never shied away from conflict. if anything, he thrived in it.
despite the darkness that surrounds his family's empire, pedro pablo has always been fiercely devoted to his siblings. santiago has never been "the adopted brother" in his eyesโonly his older brother and the man he has admired his entire life. pedro pablo respects the burden santiago carries as heir, recognizing the sacrifices that leadership demands, and while he has no desire to take what rightfully belongs to him, there is an undeniable fire within him that longs to build a legacy equally as formidable. his twin sister, maria fernanda, has always been the one constant capable of softening the sharpest edges of his personality. they challenge each other endlessly, argue louder than anyone else in the family, and rarely agree on how to solve a problem, but their loyalty has never once been in question. when maria fernanda left for turtle bay in search of a life beyond the expectations placed upon her, pedro pablo followed soon after. some believed he came to keep an eye on her; others assumed he had business of his own. the truth lies somewhere in between. no matter how fiercely independent his sister insists she is, pedro pablo refuses to let her face the world without knowing someone is always watching her back.
pedro pablo's personality is a storm barely contained. charismatic and effortlessly commanding, he has a habit of drawing people toward him just as easily as he intimidates them. he is bold to the point of recklessness, making split-second decisions others would spend days debating, trusting his instincts even when the odds are stacked against him. while his impulsiveness often creates chaos, it is also what makes him an exceptional leader. he refuses to freeze under pressure, embraces risk where others see danger, and possesses the rare ability to make people believe in him without ever asking them to. beneath the confidence and controlled violence lies an unwavering code: loyalty is rewarded without limits, but betrayal is remembered forever.
in turtle bay, pedro pablo carries himself like a man destined for something greater than an ordinary life. there is an unmistakable presence about him, one that makes people instinctively wonder whether they should stand beside him or get out of his way. though santiago remains the rightful heir to the jaramillo empire, many who know the family quietly believe pedro pablo was born with the instincts of a kingpin. he doesn't chase power for the sake of statusโhe chases it because leading, protecting, and conquering come as naturally to him as breathing. turtle bay may have been the place maria fernanda chose to begin again, but for pedro pablo, it is an opportunity to prove that his legacy will never be measured by the name he inherited. it will be defined by the empire he builds, the loyalty he commands, and the fearlessness with which he leaves his mark on the world.
the charity gala at the turtle bay yacht club was in full swing , champagne flowing , cameras flashing as maria fernanda slipped away onto the balcony overlooking the marina . the smile she'd worn for the donors vanished the second the doors closed behind her . hearing footsteps approach , she rested her elbows on the railing without turning around . โ tell me you're not here to talk business . i've spent the last two hours pretending to like people i would've rather ignored . โ she finally glanced over her shoulder , a mischievous smile tugging at her lips . โ impress me . . . you might be the first interesting thing that's happened tonight . โ
santiago rested against the hood of his suv outside one of turtle bay's quieter side streets , his attention fixed on his phone until the sound of approaching footsteps made him look up . his expression remained unreadable as he slipped the device back into his pocket . โ you've got about thirty seconds to convince me this wasn't a mistake . โ
selin sat curled up on the living room floor , her knees pulled tightly against her chest as tears blurred her vision . she'd spent so long pretending everything was fine that the words came spilling out before she could stop them . โ i'm exhausted . . . i don't know how much longer i can keep pretending i'm okay . โ she wiped angrily at her face , only making the mascara worse . โ every day feels heavier than the last , i keep waiting for things to get better , but they don't . โ her voice cracked as she looked up at her friend . โ tell me i'm not losing myself . . . because i don't think i know who i am anymore . โ
tatiana lingered outside magnolia mercantile with a collection of shopping bags hanging from one arm , more interested in people-watching than whatever she'd just bought . the afternoon buzzed around her , but her attention settled on someone who happened to cross her path at exactly the wrong โ or right โ moment . she tilted her head , offering a smile that was equal parts charming &. dangerous . โ i hope you have a reason for looking at me like that . โ a beat passed before she glanced them over from head to toe . โ because i'd hate to think your curiosity is going to waste . โ
jackson had been leaning against the dock railing long enough for the tide to roll in , a half-empty cup of coffee forgotten beside him as fishing boats drifted lazily across the marina . his attention stayed on the water until the sound of footsteps pulled his gaze toward someone nearby , a crooked grin settling on his face as he tipped his head in their direction . โ careful . people around here usually end up in one of two places after talking to me โ the saloon or trouble . โ his grin only widened . โ guess we're about to find out which one you're headed for . โ
"Papa, watch this!" Toni looked up from the flower boxes lining the front porch just in time to witness Giulia launching herself off the bottom step with all the confidence of an Olympic gymnast and absolutely none of the qualifications. His coffee nearly followed him as he lurched forward, only for his daughter to land safely on both feet before immediately throwing her arms into the air in triumph. "I did it!"
"Yes," he replied, pressing a hand dramatically against his chest. "And I aged approximately five years watching it happen." A giggle escaped the five-year-old as she darted away toward the herb garden, apparently in search of her next adventure. Toni exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair before becoming aware of the fact he wasn't alone in witnessing his near heart attack. His gaze shifted toward the sidewalk where Selin stood nearby, and despite himself, he laughed. "You saw that, yes?"
selin had been passing by when the little girl's enthusiastic leap caught her attention , &. she couldn't help the laugh that escaped as she watched toni's instant panic turn into relief . there was something incredibly sweet about the way he worried , even when giulia clearly had no fear in the world . she smiled as she looked toward him , shaking her head lightly . โ i did , i'm pretty sure she deserves a gold medal for confidence . . . while you deserve one for surviving that without dropping your coffee . โ
her gaze followed giulia toward the garden before returning to him with an amused smile . โ i think the bigger challenge is going to be keeping up with her . she looks like she already has a whole list of adventures planned . โ
The lavender fields stretched endlessly in front of them, rows of purple swaying gently in the evening breeze as the sun dipped lower over Turtle Bay. Sebastian stood near the edge of the rows, sunglasses pushed into his hair as he looked around with an expression that suggested he wasn't entirely convinced this place was real. It was beautiful. Annoyingly so.
"This feels fake." His gaze shifted toward her. "Like if someone told me this was a movie set, I'd believe them immediately." A beat. "Actually, if someone told me you hired people to plant all of this just to prove a point, I'd probably believe that too." The corner of his mouth lifted. Because if there was one thing Tatiana seemed to enjoy, it was proving him wrong. Frequently. Publicly. With enthusiasm. "You know what's irritating?" he asked after a moment. "You keep taking me places I shouldn't like."
tatiana walked slowly between the rows of lavender , her fingers brushing lightly against the flowers as she took in the view with the kind of satisfaction that came from being right . she glanced over at sebastian with a knowing smile , clearly enjoying his reluctant appreciation of the place . โ i would love to take credit for personally creating an entire lavender field just to prove a point , but unfortunately i don't have that much free time . โ she laughed softly , turning her attention back toward the horizon.
โ &. what's actually irritating is that you keep pretending you don't enjoy these places , yet here you are . . . standing in a field , admitting it's beautiful . โ she stepped a little closer , raising a brow playfully . โ careful , sebastian. if you keep admitting i'm right , people might start thinking you actually like listening to me . โ
Savannah smirked at the painting he was looking at and than back at him. "Ouch, least you chose a good place to escape time and get lost in some pretty art by local artists, right?" The way he said fool she did not know how to react. She knew the traffic in town, "I hate to ask. But what time were they supposed to be here to meet you? Traffic in and around town can be crazy during tourist season. All I am saying is I would give them a little more time cause you just never know." He asked her opinion on which piece she would take home. As much as she was wanting to sell one of her pieces, the piece she was looking at to use for a potential client's living room was the one she presented to the male. "It would actually be this abstract one, the colors and the composition is really well done. I could see it in so many different styled rooms or offices." She looked towards the door in hopes his date would show up.
jackson let out a quiet laugh , glancing back at the painting before looking toward savannah with an appreciative smile . โ honestly ? you're probably right . turtle bay traffic has a talent for making five minutes feel like an entire lifetime . โ he checked his phone briefly before slipping it back into his pocket , still amused . โ but if they don't show , at least i can say i spent the evening somewhere better than staring at an empty table . โ his attention shifted back to the artwork she had chosen , studying it with a thoughtful nod . โ that's actually a good choice . i like that you didn't just pick the most expensive one or the one everyone notices first . โ a small grin crossed his face as he looked back at her . โ guess i owe you for saving me from making a terrible decision tonight . โ
Angie had clocked Santiago when he walked in, keeping an eye on the man as he moved through the space. She ran a hand through her hair before standing up and making her way towards him. "Hi. I couldn't help but notice when you walked in," Angie held out her hand and smiled. "Angie Collins."
santiago noticed the familiar curiosity in her approach , something he'd grown used to since arriving in turtle bay . still , there was something genuine about her confidence that made him smile as he took her hand . โ santiago jaramillo . nice to meet you , angie . โ he tilted his head slightly , amused . โ i have a feeling i should either thank you for the welcome . . . or ask what you've heard about me. โ
the jaramillo name was still new on most people's lips in turtle bay , &. santiago had learned quickly that curiosity followed him everywhere . standing at the bar of a quiet local restaurant , he watched the town move around him before noticing someone familiar nearby . a small , knowing smile crossed his face . โ i've been here a few months , &. i still can't decide if this town is welcoming . . . or just waiting to see what i'll do next . โ he lifted his glass slightly , studying them with quiet interest . โ either way , i have a feeling turtle bay is more complicated than it looks . โ
the rooftop overlooking turtle bay was quiet , save for the distant sounds of the town below . santiago rested one hand on the railing , his attention shifting only when he sensed someone else step beside him . โ beautiful view . dangerous place to have the wrong conversation . โ a faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he finally looked over . โ lucky for you . . . i'm in a good mood tonight . โ
the room fell quiet the second maria fernanda stepped between them , her gaze settling on the socialite with a smile that never reached her eyes . โ you're confusing having money with having power , &. those are two very different things . โ she tilted her head , almost amused . โ walk away , &. don't let me catch you speaking to her again . trust me . . . disappearing from turtle bay's guest lists is the nicest version of what happens when you become my problem. โ
maria fernanda came to a stop in the middle of the sidewalk , slowly lowering her sunglasses as she looked toward the person whose gaze she'd caught one too many times . a playful smirk tugged at her lips . โ if you're going to stare , the least you could do is say hello . โ she tilted her head , completely unbothered . โ trust me . . . i'm much more entertaining in conversation than i am from a distance . โ
